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moula 1st - funeral lyrics

[chorus: moula 1st]
funeral, all black 3 piece
beautiful, i’m in too deep
i keep a pole, compact gg
i sell my soul, race car gt
ufo, come home with me
might overdose, i go od
so beautiful, she dance to the beat
you didn’t know, i’m like 23

[verse 1: roney, moula 1st]
compact gg walk with it on me please don’t try me
i’m a star that rose from the dirt
f+cked up cus the bwoy can’t buy me
stop sippin on juice and bacardi
1942 for a barbie
small gun but it rev like a harley
don’t stress bout the net bout the pollies
just know they toxic it’s a robbery
45 make them dance likе bobby(shmurda)
12 bullets and 6 in them zombies
put a holе in your chest like poppies
funeral
why you gotta take my soul
why you gotta play that role
girl you just so beautiful
[chorus: moula 1st]
funeral, all black 3 piece
beautiful, i’m in too deep
i keep a pole, compact gg
i sell my soul, race car gt

[verse 2: gutta]
stuck in the hood with with them n++++ that robbin they k!llin they juugin
brodie gone hop out with drummins
stick him up lift him up hot like the oven
fast like a jet how we came up from thuggin
baby she love me but i love the hunnids
ice off the wrist diamonds dancing on dozens
keep it in stacks how much i love abundance
oh yeah ah ah
put my bro back in that place
opp and he mixed thought he did the race
if he crash imma hop out no chase
me and bro we was built for this phase
choppa it lift him up led on the race
all on the block we was stomping parades
bad b+tches screaming i give him a taste

[chorus: moula 1st, gutta]
funeral, all black 3 piece
beautiful, i’m in too deep
i keep a pole, compact gg
i sell my soul, race car gt(oh yeah ah ah)
ufo, come home with me
might overdose, i go od
so beautiful, she dance to the beat
you didn’t know, i’m like 23
[verse 3: shesocrayz, moula 1st, pvrx]
hand to hand plays i give and i go
can’t be in one spot that’s why i’m on my road
stay to myself cause the gang locked up and these weirdos they don’t stick to the code
money’s the motive i gotta get dough
don’t play with the gang they wiping yo nose
trap in the rain the sun and the snow
designing my friends designing my clothes
yeah i’m a girl but i’m letting it blow
i ain’t like these lames i ain’t like these hoes
ain’t like these n+++++ most of them broke
i ain’t like these lames i ain’t like these hoes
yeah i get bread but i never loaf
and my main b+tch is like do you sell dope
30 degrees still i’m still wearin my coat
this sh+t a anthem smoke em and ash em n++++ i go where they can’t come
fell in love with a handgun she love a gangsta i’m screamin free all the mandem
n++++ this easy money it’s harder to maintain
if we screw his face walk around and get hit with an l i walk off with a straight face
i put him out of his misery him and his company
if i quit man i’m still living lovely
it’s hard to tell you my friend or my enemy
shorty with me she dancing my melodies
like get out the way you’ll end up a target
my b+tch is a baddie but ain’t got no charges
take trips to the bank we makin deposits
and if a n++++ run up on me, it’s a
[chorus: moula 1st, gutta, pvrx]
(funeral)funeral, all black 3 piece
beautiful, i’m in too deep
i keep a pole, compact gg
i sell my soul, race car gt(oh yeah ah ah)
ufo, come home with me
might overdose, i go od
so beautiful, she dance to the beat
you didn’t know, i’m like 23

[outro: gutta, moula 1st]
put my bro back in that place
opp and he mixed thought he did the race
if he crash imma hop out no chase
me and bro we was built for this phase
choppa it lift him up led on the race
all on the block we was stomping parades
bad b+tches screaming i give him a taste
funeral, all black 3 piece
oh yeah
oh yeah ah ah

- moula 1st lyrics

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